Whym Chow: Flame of Love By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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XVI.
[Thou couldst not bear to face the Sea]
Thou couldst not bear to face the Sea,
Nor would'st thou ever be
Where the mound-billows slash upon the stones;
Nay, but with little moans,
The fox-whelp's bark, so wild was thy distress,
Spread-eagled up the sea-banks, thou would'st press.
Nor would'st thou ever be
Where the mound-billows slash upon the stones;
Nay, but with little moans,
The fox-whelp's bark, so wild was thy distress,
Spread-eagled up the sea-banks, thou would'st press.
O little cry I shall for ever hear!
O altercation drear:
Thou could'st not stay before the presence rude
Of gross infinitude,
But straining back to genial earth would'st flee
Where warm in hearts is sunk infinity.
O altercation drear:
Thou could'st not stay before the presence rude
Of gross infinitude,
But straining back to genial earth would'st flee
Where warm in hearts is sunk infinity.
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